My sister had a dog that didn't like men either. She thought some guy beat the dog.
She's probably right.
Pookie barely and begrudgingly tolerates my husband's attention now but it's definitely better than when she first came here.
Back then she'd try and jump through a closed window to avoid him.
It breaks his heart because he's one of those people who's never met a dog who didn't love him instantly.
The NO cops shoved her off on another family who had a son who tormemnted her for "fun", as well.
She's doubly lucky because it's a certainty that if she hadn't come here, she'd have drowned in the dog crate that both "families" kept her locked in when Katrina hit.